A Gift for Mom! 🤍

2 years, 1 month, 12 days since God presented himself in my life Loud & Clear! It will actually be longer when you get this in your hands to read or should I say on your computer. It’s been that long since God took my son, Tyler home to Heaven. I know there will be people who read this and say these things are just coincidences. As for me, those things are what I call God Moments.

One of my God Moments happened two days after Tyler’s accident. A friend’s son who had just moved back to the area in May gave us a note. He said the night of the accident he could not sleep around 3:00 am. So he wrote a note not knowing why. The note he wrote was the EXACT answer to my biggest question. Was Tyler scared? There was no doubt in my mind that the note was sent from God. Assuring me that Tyler was not scared and that God was with him. Definitely A God Moment.

Or what about the songs Tyler left us? We were going through his play list and noticed four songs that he had listened to well over 300 times each. “Home” by Phillip Phillips, “I’m Yours” by Justin Mraz, “Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley and “Spirit In The Sky” by Normal Greenbaum. It was as if he knew we would look. Unfortunately, our Pastor was unsure that the songs were appropriate at a Christian service. But, after listening to the words there was no doubt in my mind or his that Tyler was leaving all of us a message. God was preparing him for this day where he really knew it or not, that he was not scared, he reminded us everything was going to be OK, that it was his time and he was ready.

WOW!! Coincidence, absolutely not! God Moment.

Then there were the dragonflies and locust at the grave the day of the funeral. Tyler liked dragonflies and he loved listening to the locust sing. When the kids were little we would sit on the deck and I would say shhh, just listen. We would sit there at sunset enjoying the view and hearing locust, crickets and bullfrogs or whatever animal decided to join in. It’s pretty normal to see and hear them in August. But the day of the funeral as we got out of the cars and stood by the grave, there were huge swarms of large dragonflies. Plus, wouldn’t you know it, the locust were singing so loud that many people commented on them. It was as if God wanted to remind us Tyler was right there with us.

Another amazing God Moment.

I can’t forget thinking how hot it was waiting for the balloons to get passed out for the release and thinking there is no wind. Then out of nowhere a breeze came up just as they told us to release the balloons. It was God’s timing and yet another God Moment.

I look back, 2 years, 1 month, and 16 days now. I am reminded of a very sad time. But, I also reflect on what has happened during this time as a celebration of growth. It’s a growth in my faith, my belief in God, and growth of me understanding my plan. Hoping people see this much more than a freak thing, but a carefully planned journey God has mapped out for each of us. It’s looking past the coincidence, to see the God Moments.

 

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Missy Hillmer

Missy Hillmer is a writer, photographer, wife, mother, creative lady whose mind is constantly on the go. She loves coffee, dark chocolate especially with nuts, music soothes her soul and being outside in the sun recharges her body. She has an angel in Heaven. Her faith is what gets her through each day. Since her son Tyler’s accident she is passionate about telling her story with the hope that it will help or inspire at least one person who has lost a child.

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